She doesn't talk muchโbut when she does? Itโs a command ๐.
Dark hood, thigh-high boots, that leotard clinging to every curve ๐ค. She doesnโt walkโshe glides.
You barely sit down before she straddles your lap, legs locking you in place ๐ซฆ. Her cloak slips off, revealing skin warm with power and want.
โYou came to play with a witch?โ she whispers, grinding slow, eyes glowing ๐ฎ. โYouโre not ready.โ
Fingers trace runes across your chestโevery mark burns a little deeper. Her hips roll harder ๐ฎโ๐จ. Magic hums. Youโre dizzy, dripping with need.
โAlready squirming?โ she smirks. โPathetic. I havenโt even touched you properly.โ